The experience reminded me that the drama of playback lives in the potential of a sound to emerge suddenly from silence into full-throttle expression and ebb back just as quickly. The presence of this potential imbues even quiet passages with anticipation and excitement.
Every hit of the conga sounded faster than I'd heard it, too. The impulse behavior of the Fairchild was off the charts—transients came at me blindingly, realistically fast, with long decay and outstanding pace and drive. This breakneck speed compounded the liveness of the vastly dynamic presentation, at times…